Page 18 of The Billionaire's Obsession

“You’re going to carry me upstairs?”

“Why not? I carried you downstairs.”

“That was because of my ankle, and it wasn’t so… lewd.”

A laugh rumbled in my chest. “Lewd? Sweetheart, if you think me carrying you like this is lewd, I can’t wait to see what you think once I get you into bed in our room.”

Her breath hitched, and I wondered if it had been the implications of the imminent sex, or calling it our room. It had been the latter for me. It sounded damn right to say.

I took the stairs two at a time, careful not to jostle Riley, and then entered our room. The bed seemed to rush to meet us as I placed her on the mattress and kissed her again. Her body was pressing against mine, and her hands roamed my abdomen, bravely traveling across the hard-on that was pushing insistently upward.

She inhaled sharply, and then rubbed her hand in a slow, deliberate circle over the top of my cock.

“Christ, I need you naked, right now. I can’t wait any longer.” My hands went to the hem of her shirt, and then I was tossing it away. Her bra went next and then I was tugging down her jeans. For her panties, she suddenly seemed shy, keeping her knees closed, and making it difficult.

“You’re awfully shy for an artist who sculpts male nudes all the time,” I teased her. She smiled, and the tension eased.

“Right. But then I told you I didn’t, and in fact, I’ve never had a nude man on my hands before.”

I was busy untangling her panties from her feet and shooting them into the corner, where hopefully she’d never find them again. Her meaning took a while to hit me.

“You mean… you’re not in men all this time? You’re about to change my views on impossible things.”

She laughed and shook her head. She was naked now, and I was already pushing down my pants. My cock sprang up my stomach, slapping my bellybutton, drooling and ready to go.

Her eyes fixed on it and widened in the sexiest possible way.

“No, I’m not into girls that I know of. I meant… you know.”

“You’re a virgin,” I said the words disbelievingly. All kinds of emotion crowded in on the back of that news.

“I’m a starving artist, remember? I don’t have time for real dates. I go on too many fake ones. Seeing that world through my job, I just didn’t feel inclined to try it for myself. And no, I’ve never felt interested in banging someone without dating. I need more than the surface stuff to like someone,” she said, raising her chin and holding her head like a queen. She was a queen, and I was going to make sure everyone knew it.

“And you like me enough, for more than just surface stuff?” I knew that there was a huge grin on my face. I felt like I’d just been picked first by the only person who mattered. I felt like I could fly. She nodded slowly, and licked her lips unthinkingly, making my hunger roar for her.

“First time is a big thing,” I said, losing my t-shirt too. Her artist’s eyes roamed over me, taking in every line and hollow.

“Is it?”

“According to some people.” I’d never fucked a virgin. It seemed messy and needlessly complicated. That I’d been without female company for so long was a testament to how little complication I wanted in my life.

“Well, I’m not some people,” Riley said, and tossed her head. Her red hair flashed like rubies in the low lights on the bedside table.

“I’m aware, sweetheart. Shit,” I paused my slow prowl across her naked body, a terrible thought occurring to me. “Does that mean you’re not on birth control?”

She shook her head, and my heart sank. “No. I’m not dating, so… no.”

I was frozen halfway across her, holding myself on corded arms, as the reality of what she was telling me sank in.

“Don’t you have condoms with you? I thought all men carried them all the time, just in case,” Riley pointed out. She brought her hands up to my chest and slid them over my pecs, lingering on my nipples. I shuddered. I wanted nothing more than to sink between her legs and push inside her tight pussy, but I couldn’t, not without protection.

“I don’t have any. I don’t sleep around, sweetheart. A woman hasn’t caught my eye in years. You’re my exception.”

She blushed, and a smile played around her lips. She’d liked that confession. Then she frowned. “So, does that mean we’re just going to sleep?”

“Hell no. You won’t sleep until I’ve heard you begging my name.”

CHAPTER13

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